Masters Of War

Am7

[Verse 1]
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Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
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You that build the death planes, you that build all the bombs
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You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
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I just want you to know I can see through your masks.

[Verse 2]
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You that never done nothing, but build to destroy
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You play with my world like it's your little toy
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Put a gun in my hands and you hide from my eyes
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And you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly.

[Verse 3]
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Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive
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A world war can be won, you want me to believe
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But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain
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Like I see through the water that runs down my drain.

[Verse 4]
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You fasten all the triggers for the others to fire
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Then you set back and watch as the death count gets higher
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You hide in your mansion, while young people's blood
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Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud.

[Verse 5]
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You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled
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Fear to bring children into the world
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For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed
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Well you ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins.

[Verse 6]
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How much do I know to talk out of turn
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You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned
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But there's one thing I know though I'm younger than you
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That even Jesus would never forgive what you do.

[Verse 7]
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Let me ask you one question, is your money that good?
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Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could?
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I think you will find when your death takes its toll
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All the money you made will never buy back your soul.

[Verse 8]
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And I hope that you die and your death will come soon
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I will follow your casket in the pale afternoon
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And I'll watch while you're lowered, down to your deathbed
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And I'll stand over your grave to make sure that you're dead.